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Thursday, 3 June 2010

Am I a tired person?

I don’t have an answer to that question, yetThere are some indicators though, some tangible factsThat can’t prove otherwiseI feel my cells degenerate Not my skin cells, noBut those of my soul Are those tangible enough?The metabolism of my brain and thoughts Once fast and highIs now slower than a turtle How can I know I am tired?I squeeze my thoughts to write this postWriting … which once was a natural processRequiring no efforts from my lousy heart, mind or fingersIs becoming a burden on my soulA weight I can’t get rid ofI need to write to take the load offI need to take the load off to write Is that called brain metamorphosis?Is it a natural process of aging?Is it the lack of sunshineOr the excessive clouds shading my soul?Did I become that tired person I was constantly escaping from?